Love! Love until the night collapses!

I'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.

Love! Love until the night collapses!

I believed that the way passed through Man, and that it was from there that destiny had to emerge.

And that's why i have to go back to so many places there to find myself and constantly examine myself with no witness but the moon and then whistle with joy, ambling over rocks and clods of earth, with no task but to live, with no family but the road.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything.